I can play the guitar, I can make songs
These kind of factors don't matter
At the end, the chosen ones will be
Those who carry that so-called "cool aura"
Those guys wo are proud of their faces, it's not like
I'm jealous or something

With this perverted feeling, "Congratulations" is
Something I can't say so easily, my mind code goes hazy
The celebration melody will suddenly become a curse
A dark aura will destroy the blessing party*
The godness of fate will keep away
The negative chain goes round